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Forget Me Not - A Poem

By: Jahnavi Harrison for littleconch.com on Sept. 19, 2018

It’s my habit, when walkingto pick you some flowersso I doclasping the stems in one handfor the next half an hour,while the sky darkensbut only when I put them at your feetdo I realise, I’ve pickedforget-me-notssky blue with yellow centresand some a touch of pinkeach one, I realise,a small prayerI know you bestow limitless mercy upon everyoneBut I fear sometimesThat I’m not included in everyoneOrjust that my desire is not sincereI fear that not being anchored to youI will so easily be swept awayLike each tiny flower,I am so smallBut please,See my prayerAnd disregard its ineloquencePlease see my desireAnd help me to purify itAnd though I am so far from your feetPlease see me down hereAnd forget me notForget me not